Sticks and Stones - A Stalker Romance

Chapter 9 Mahara

Spinning around in the kitchen I notice Larson standing there just watching me. "Is everything okay with Drake? I heard yelling."

"Everything's fine baby, come on let me show you my room" he grabs my hand gliding me up the stairs.

His house is a beautiful beach home the windows are all over the walls like most buildings I've seen here in Miami and there's wood and white marble coving the whole place. Stepping into his room I notice that even how open and light his house is, his room seems to represent him. The king size bed has a black comforter set, the walls are grey, the dressers and night stands are a deep charcoal grey. "Why is the house so light but your room is dark?" Turing to look at him.

"Designers did the whole house expect in here, I picked everything dark because I like it better."

Hmm. I walk around looking through the bathroom door seeing how beautiful everything is. Similar to mine at Liz's place. Still looking around taking his room in I notice something small on the ground near the corner of the room and bend down to pick it up, it's a piece of glass.

I turn around holding it up "what's this?" asking as I drop it into his hand.

"Shit. Sorry it's nothing baby something must have fallen of my dresser" he says cooly disposing of the glass in the bathroom trash can.

"Can I shower? I want out of this dress and heels" I ask picking up my bag setting it on his bed.

"You don't need to take a shower for me to get you out of this dress" Larson whispers as he walks behind me pulling my back to his front laying his head on my shoulder placing a light kiss there giving me chills. He begins to laugh when he sees my goosebumps kissing me again. "Don't be nervous baby, go take your shower and I'll run downstairs to order food. I know we just ate but I want a bigger meal. Do you like Chinese?"

"I'm not nervous" giggling at my own lie "but yeah I could eat again, that restaurant was amazing but they have such small servings so yeah Chinese sounds good, Teriyaki chicken with pork fried rice with extra soy sauce please?" I ask.

"Extra soy sauce got it" kissing me again "Whatever baby wants."

Kiss.

"Baby gets." He turns me giving me one more light kiss on the nose before leaving the room heading back downstairs.

Pulling some black bike shorts, a band shirt, and my favorite pair of underwear out of my bag I head to the shower. The bathroom is so nice, a large mirror above twin sinks, a large claw foot tub, and there's a beautiful marble design on the inside of the large walk in shower's walls. I hop in trying to make it be quick, washing my body with Larsons body wash, washing my hair with his shampoo then his conditioner, and washing my makeup from the day off. I grab a towel stepping out patting my skin dry throwing my hair up in it.

Getting dressed I finger comb my hair making my way down the stairs when I see Larson is standing by the kitchen island. He took his jacket and tie off and unbuttoned some of his dress shirt leaving his large muscles on display. My mouth almost waters at how good looking Larson is.
What would a man like that, want with a girl like me?

My mind starts to race thinking about all the negative things my brothers and dad said before I left. Even though I hate when people say it. Their right, I am trailer trash, that's all I think I'll be in a lot of peoples eyes, like Harrison's. He understood yesterday when we met that I'm a good person trying to change my life but that didn't stop him from blaming me then throwing how I lived in my face the first chance he got.

Larson could be the same way and switch his perspective of me at anytime. We barley know each other and he already wanted me to come to his house. Is he just trying to have sex with me? Does he expect or assume I would just hop into bed with him?